Reminisce

I lye winds are whispering On a bed of packed snow I speak, no one's listening And time, it moves slow As I gaze upon lines of crystalline trees I'm adrift in a dream, of things that may be I stand, the sun is shining On a pier aside a lake I look to reflections, blinding As waves so gently break I find myself focused on moments all passed Each day brings a challenge, and time it moves fast I sit, walls a prison From this chair I never rise Confined by age not decision A younger man always denies That he one day would silently miss Going outside to reminisce